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發表於 2008-11-14 10:03 AM
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My Way > 法蘭克辛納區( Frank Sinatra )
1 y& a7 @' D+ {# oWritten: paul Anka/Claude Francois Ravaux/Gilles Thibault
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And now, the end is near;
! X& U9 p$ d3 |* D) X* ]8 {% oAnd so I face the final curtain.
( R2 ]5 i( f3 N$ q: TMy friend, I'll say it clear,
x. ~; w$ Q: M3 z2 n, d }I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
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I've lived a life that's full.
" c5 x9 R3 E8 \- X7 I- tI've traveled each and ev'ry highway;) M6 L. D" d* [& k$ \& ?8 d
But more, much more than this,/ q8 U9 E; u( j u: b
I did it my way.* P3 P2 k2 a4 ?( P, c
. z* h' R* e4 P+ O2 R1 B# D( f% _$ kRegrets, I've had a few;
: U& |' d& P/ x# ^5 w9 v7 U4 C1 Z5 vBut then again, too few to mention.; Y& R: N, c. p. p9 e1 `
I did what I had to do
& k6 Q) I: _, P) e+ OAnd saw it through without exemption.
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* A: P: b. D% iI planned each charted course;+ n# }, e) c, C: p
Each careful step along the byway,' j9 o# @0 `0 P- r9 G
But more, much more than this,! t. H* l8 o: \/ ]% l3 M
I did it my way.( u% v) J: I& d
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Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew$ L( \ U' o) ~0 F
When I bit off more than I could chew.9 K6 E9 T# _& t5 A& f
But through it all, when there was doubt,! f7 Y$ A( g- h. V( R
I ate it up and spit it out.
/ j/ a/ }$ \/ jI faced it all and I stood tall;; N6 f0 U3 _3 f/ R$ `
And did it my way.
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! e7 X" |; ^6 e% L* kI've loved, I've laughed and cried.
7 U6 B9 F: D% _) H$ s- s5 \I've had my fill; my share of losing.
& D' A k; X/ X0 bAnd now, as tears subside,: \6 c( T' L" S8 d
I find it all so amusing.& z: Z Z( l& D4 n1 z9 ^# S" @
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To think I did all that;8 H# B5 h+ [7 [1 t* O
And may I say - not in a shy way,
+ P. l! N3 n7 I+ W; A8 L'No, oh no not me,3 q4 z/ u6 L) p' M
I did it my way'.0 s8 \ S/ \; ~1 |
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For what is a man, what has he got?, D& _) H l, w" m" c; a4 C$ _
If not himself, then he has naught.
7 N2 t; V* r$ J' DTo say the things he truly feels;; V; F7 H% x/ [4 Q
And not the words of one who kneels.5 ]# u/ q: J# t3 }
The record shows I took the blows -5 \6 D' `8 v( ]. r1 W) E. I4 ]
And did it my way! |
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